Holy fucking CHRIST, woman, this DESTROYED ME. HNNNNNNNNNGH. So many incredible images that I will NEVER BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF MY BRAIN. THANK YOU.
Fuck, I love the atmosphere that Frankie walks into when she gets in the door, after all the anticipation of waiting - and I love how you wove it through the rest of the story, through to fucking on the floor even, and how it wrapped around them, reflected that mood they were in, the music and lighting and everything. Watching Jamia's striptease through Frankie's eyes was INCREDIBLE, because of how it affects FRANKIE:
The look she was giving Frankie was so hot, she could almost feel it, and had to clamp her thighs together and squeeze just to get some relief.
UNNNNF. And the descriptions of Jamia, the way she moves, you can just FEEL how into her Frankie is, and how hot she looks:
She ran her hands over her own curves, bunching the shiny material of her dress into wrinkly silvery lines, and Frankie bit her own lip and squirmed in the chair. She wanted her hands all over Jamia's perfect fucking ass, the way it moved under that dress, the way she knew it looked when she fucked Jamia from behind.
Mmmmm, "silvery lines", I can picture it SO SO PERFECTLY, and I love how well you capture what it's like when they ARE already together, how different parts of J's body, the different ways she moves, keep making Frankie think of how it feels to touch her there, how J reacts to it. SO realistic. Which - I LOVED LOVED LOVED how you kept their personalities in here: Frankie acknowledging that normally neither one of them wears thongs, or rarely wears lipsticks, and how they pull pranks on each other and so on... and not only did it ground the story in realistic characterization but it showed just what was so hot and special about THIS night. *___________*
And I love that, with all the dressing up and sexy dancing, this is what really made my stomach twist up for them:
She couldn't tell what J's reaction to that had been, because her face was obscured by the last of the dress falling away, and when she emerged again, her face was just a tiny bit flushed, her hair kind of messier than it had been. She suddenly looked like herself again, a mixture of vaguely awkward and kind of tough, with a tiny rueful grin. For a second, Frankie almost forgot about what the rest of her looked like.
UGH UGH BEST COUPLE. I love that Jamia breaks just a bit there, is HERSELF, and Frankie sees that - and it's about her FACE, that mixture of tough and awkward and smiling, and THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU. YOU WRITE THE BEST JAMIA <33333333 OKAY BUT THEN THIS. THIS:
It was sixty to a thousand, because she couldn't remember a time when she wasn't so turned on, she was nearly blind from it. Biting her lip so hard she could feel it all the way in her toes, she stuck two fingers right inside herself and went at it, fucking herself with her fingers, rough and fast, as J's ass swayed in front of her, her thighs so fucking perfect, her back arching, the music getting harder and harder, swelling, like Frankie could feel her cunt swelling, more and more, sweeter with each stroke, until finally she grabbed her own hair and felt the chair nearly skidding out from under her, the feeling of need rolling into a wave of yes, yes, yes. Her eyes squeezing shut despite her best intentions, she came so fucking hard, she thrashed on that motherfucking chair, her whole body shuddering and convulsing, feeling it around her fingers, the squeeze of it, Jesus Christ.
GNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHHHHHHHHHH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO MAKE WORDS AT THIS POINT. I love how it speeds up, so fast, goes from this space of restraint-restraint-restraint to LETTING GO and I can just FEEL Frankie's desperation, biting her lip, fucking herself with her fingers, and the language of it - swelling, sweeter, and there was something about that detail of the chair skidding that I loved. UNNNNNNNNNNF. DAMN.
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Fuck, I love the atmosphere that Frankie walks into when she gets in the door, after all the anticipation of waiting - and I love how you wove it through the rest of the story, through to fucking on the floor even, and how it wrapped around them, reflected that mood they were in, the music and lighting and everything. Watching Jamia's striptease through Frankie's eyes was INCREDIBLE, because of how it affects FRANKIE:
The look she was giving Frankie was so hot, she could almost feel it, and had to clamp her thighs together and squeeze just to get some relief.
UNNNNF. And the descriptions of Jamia, the way she moves, you can just FEEL how into her Frankie is, and how hot she looks:
She ran her hands over her own curves, bunching the shiny material of her dress into wrinkly silvery lines, and Frankie bit her own lip and squirmed in the chair. She wanted her hands all over Jamia's perfect fucking ass, the way it moved under that dress, the way she knew it looked when she fucked Jamia from behind.
Mmmmm, "silvery lines", I can picture it SO SO PERFECTLY, and I love how well you capture what it's like when they ARE already together, how different parts of J's body, the different ways she moves, keep making Frankie think of how it feels to touch her there, how J reacts to it. SO realistic. Which - I LOVED LOVED LOVED how you kept their personalities in here: Frankie acknowledging that normally neither one of them wears thongs, or rarely wears lipsticks, and how they pull pranks on each other and so on... and not only did it ground the story in realistic characterization but it showed just what was so hot and special about THIS night. *___________*
And I love that, with all the dressing up and sexy dancing, this is what really made my stomach twist up for them:
She couldn't tell what J's reaction to that had been, because her face was obscured by the last of the dress falling away, and when she emerged again, her face was just a tiny bit flushed, her hair kind of messier than it had been. She suddenly looked like herself again, a mixture of vaguely awkward and kind of tough, with a tiny rueful grin. For a second, Frankie almost forgot about what the rest of her looked like.
UGH UGH BEST COUPLE. I love that Jamia breaks just a bit there, is HERSELF, and Frankie sees that - and it's about her FACE, that mixture of tough and awkward and smiling, and THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU. YOU WRITE THE BEST JAMIA <33333333 OKAY BUT THEN THIS. THIS:
It was sixty to a thousand, because she couldn't remember a time when she wasn't so turned on, she was nearly blind from it. Biting her lip so hard she could feel it all the way in her toes, she stuck two fingers right inside herself and went at it, fucking herself with her fingers, rough and fast, as J's ass swayed in front of her, her thighs so fucking perfect, her back arching, the music getting harder and harder, swelling, like Frankie could feel her cunt swelling, more and more, sweeter with each stroke, until finally she grabbed her own hair and felt the chair nearly skidding out from under her, the feeling of need rolling into a wave of yes, yes, yes. Her eyes squeezing shut despite her best intentions, she came so fucking hard, she thrashed on that motherfucking chair, her whole body shuddering and convulsing, feeling it around her fingers, the squeeze of it, Jesus Christ.
GNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHHHHHHHHHH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO MAKE WORDS AT THIS POINT. I love how it speeds up, so fast, goes from this space of restraint-restraint-restraint to LETTING GO and I can just FEEL Frankie's desperation, biting her lip, fucking herself with her fingers, and the language of it - swelling, sweeter, and there was something about that detail of the chair skidding that I loved. UNNNNNNNNNNF. DAMN.